Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-What did l miss? What's he doing here?
All right. Here we are.
Go ahead.
Travis!
I will bet vital parts of my anatomy to the fact. Now, look. Look.
What are you doing with a police scanner?
Right.
Riggs. Hey, Riggs.
-ls she fired? -No.
-No, no. Not now. -We gotta talk, babe, okay?
-What? -No, her.
Anyone seen my spaceship
Amen.
What are you gonna do? Don't open the door. Don't open the door!
-And you're pulling on the wrong string. -That's not a very professional attitude.
-No, you can't do that to Leo. -Sure we can.
They'll never believe this.
She was all like--
Word.
Aren't you gonna miss it a little bit? Huh?
It's better than those miserable drug dealers getting it.
-Nobody goes on two. -On three!
He died from dumdums?
- Guy sort of thing? - Are you all alone in here?
Take a left here. Get off. Get off the freeway.
It's great.
-Yeah. You should rest up, Leo.
What am I gonna do? What am I supposed to do?
-And you're Sergeant Murtaugh. -l used to be.
Yeah. You know, you really look good in red. That's your color, l think.
L.A.P.D., guys. Come here.
We better brief Walters.
I've been dressing myself since I was 30.
A whole family of .44s on the back.
Get your asses back here.
Wish I had some grenades or a rocket launcher.
-You think l'm conceited? -Oh, yeah.
- Yep. - There's an art to this.
Shot up the whole place. Shh.
Right.
In that case, give me a McRog.
On Level 1 , near the gas pumps. I wrote the license plate down.
Morning, Rog.
You can't be serious. What are you talking about?
IT'S EGGMAN!
The difference is, when you get a lapotomy, they shave your nether regions.
-What? -Count to 20, then light me!
Go ahead, talk. l'm listening.
Hold this shirt.
Well, l took the liberty of looking at your file folder. It was showing.
SON OF A BITCH!
Oh, fuck, no. Darryl!
-Don't come to me if the-- -Get out!
Stay still.
Okay. Just relax. Just relax.
Oh, my God.
- Out, out. - No, you can't do that.
-Five. -Five.
On any normal day, I'd smack you in the mouth.
That's usually my first mistake.
-l saw you kiss her. -No, I didn't. She kissed me.
-Can l take this off? Yeah.
They should be paper clips right now or license plates.
-Here. Good boy. Yes. -Shit.
-All right, bro. I'm out, man. Next time, G. Peace, bro.
-On three. -Three.
I guess now you're retiring...
Here.
BrinaFlautist you selfish bastard!
Don't mention the hospital. I told you not to leave me.
-Rog. -Yeah?
-Hey! Don't shoot. L.A.P.D., man.
Hold this. Hangers?
-Uh, wasn't that Darryl? -Yeah.
-How can you be sure? -Because it's a full moon.
Move it!
Yeah, so I gotta trust you?
...due to unexpected bomb damage.
-l couldn't use my gun. There was a crowd. -Okay, six more days.
-My daughter came to your trailer? -Yeah.
-Yes, it is. -lt's not my problem.
-Knife? That's very knife. -Mm-hm.
-No, no. How--? -l ran into Leo at the police station.
Can you tell me where l can find the good-looking Sergeant Murtaugh?
You'll get a great funeral from the department, Riggs!
I don't blame you, Dad.
I'll get a Band-Aid.
-How did you get here? -Drove.
I love you.
Should we take him?
-What? -l know the guy.
If there's shit there, he'll dig it up.
Those guys gonna get in the way again?
Yeah, right. Just get rid of the blues.
Far as l'm concerned, the deal's off.
It's okay, it was a clean shoot.
-Ha, ha! Leo. -Oh, ha. Drug dealer.
-Later, man. -All right, I gotcha.
You fools are killing yourself! Killing us!
Oh, man. Here comes your pops, man.
Okay, okay, back to work, everybody.
-Go, run! Now! Run! Right there, yeah.
Where's Riggs? I didn't know he could hold his breath that long.
I gotta show you this room first. This is my favorite. This is great.
Sergeant Cole from Traffic's her uncle.
I'm sorry. Listen, are you okay? I'm sorry.
-Who are you? -Fly me.
-We take the stairs. L.A. has subways?
-You really thought l was in trouble? Oh, I did.
I'm spoken for, okay?
She got a raise? -lt's all right.
-Hey, Rog. -Hm?
...and infinite wisdom.
-Here. This is the best. -Bullets now.
Yeah.
I see that isn't so. Give me one reason why l should do business with you.
Well, he's also as tough as they come.
Easy, let's not kill him yet. Let's see who he is first, all right?
...along comes the insurance company, and fucks you some more.
-Looks like we came to the right place. -Yeah.
-Not bad for an old man. -You finished?
-How? -l got eight days to retirement.
Of course I won't